By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Somewhere, somehow lies in wait the charmer girl
Although I know not where nor how
Our paths shall cross
And when that moment comes
It will be like magic.
I will gird my loins like a Roman soldier
And defying all the odds
I will walk up to her and declare my love
Then, it will be too late for rivals.
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